Children of the Damned

Chapter 11

Rachel's POV

"Where exactly are we going," I asked. I'd been sitting in the backseat of Devon's van for, like, a half hour, and no one is telling me where we are heading to.

"That's a good question, Rachel," Kaiden said. He turned his head to look at his partner. "Where exactly are we going, Devon?"

"You both must be patient," Devon said, and might I just add, in the most annoyingly, piece of crap Russian accent I have ever heard. And I have heard a lot of them. "This very tedious ride is but a small price to pay for our required destination. Maybe even the funniest place in ze whole damn planet. Ze source of all things thrilling and mind blowing. Maybe even-"

"Dude, shut the hell up," both Kaiden and I exclaimed. He looked at me from the rearview mirror, we both smiled, then started laughing. Devon flipped both of us off.

Now this felt normal. In a car, complaining about long time traveling distances, joking and laughing. Just being happy. I've seen things like this all over television and craved for a small piece of normal teen life. Like their biggest problem is prom dates or weight worry. My biggest issue is that I walk into the kitchen at the wrong time. My father drinking and too drunk to tell the difference between the fridge and the floor. Yep, that is indeed my life. Not the simplicities of high school gossip and rushed relationships, spring break parties and crazy best friends. I just have MTV and the occasional smoke.

That's as close as my life has ever been to normal. It sucks and its sad, I know.

"Make your jokes and have your laughs," Devon said in a normal voice. "But I will enjoy you admitting that I was indeed right when we reach our destination."

So we continued driving, in silence, for I don't know how long. Maybe it was another half hour or even a whole one, I'm not sure, but I fell asleep.

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A loud, insistant banging on a door woke me up. "Are we there yet," I asked groggy. Sitting up, I wiped my eyes and looked around.

And felt my stomach shrivel up.

"Oh God......"

My bedroom. My dresser, my TV, my window with the thick ass curtains I couldn't recall the reason for wanting so bad.

I was sitting in my room.

Shit.

"Kid, open the damn door!" I jumped at the voice, my father's voice, sounding through the door. I scrambled out of bed and scurried to the door. Indeed, Nathan was standing in front of the door, with some chubby, hairy stranger behind him. When he saw me, he smiled, barring butter yellow teeth. It took all I could muster not to gag in front of them.

"Who the hell are you," I asked, crossing my arms and feeling self conscious.

Nathan glared at me, but said, "Kid, this is your new customer. Marty, this is my daughter."

If possible, the fat ogre smiled wider and stepped closer. "Hey, beautiful," the fat ass wheezed. His smile twisted and he coughed into the crook of his arm. I shot a what the fuck look at my father, but he just smirked like the totally insane sick bastard that he is.

"Alright, Im gonna need to lay some rules down before you get anything on, you understand?" Nathan turned to Marty, completely ignoring me as he listed rules that I could recite myself.

"I understand, bro," the ogre said before turning back to me and smiling his impossibly yellow smile again,

"Alright, then, you two. Have fun, and Ill be back in one hour."  Then the person that I am suppose to call my father left me with this thing.

Marty turned to me and smiled again. "Whats your name, gorgeous?"

"None of your goddamn business," I muttered, loud enough that he could hear.

"Ooh, feisty," he laughed. I heard a pop and turned to see him unbuttoning his pants. "Get on your knees, girly."

I was completely stunned. Not at his forwardness, but at the fact that no one, not even my sick father, had ever told me to give them a blow job. I didn't know how to give one, and I certainly wasn't gonna let this pig teach me.

"Uh, no, Godzilla. I so don't think so." I stepped past him and put my hand on the door. Before I could get it open, there was a grip on my arm and I was pulled back. My ass hit the floor hard, and when I looked up, I saw the ogre along with five other strangers standing over me.

"Hey, is she any good, Marty?" One of the men asked. Okay, now Im freaking out.

"I don't know," he said, then raised his hand and swung it until his knuckles hit the side of my cheek. "She's being a little bitch."

After spitting up blood, I looked back up and saw double the amount of men above me then before. They all started to grope me, pull my hair, touching in places that make me feel horribly violated.

"No, please stop!" I screamed louder and louder, until my mouth was filled with someone's-

"Rachel, wake up," Kaiden's voice intruded my horrible dream. My eyes popped open, seeing a concerned Kaiden staring right back at me. The way his eyes held so much worry for me made me want to cry. But I didn't. I didn't want to ruin this day for them. "Are you okay," he asked.

"Uh, yeah, Im okay," I said.

"You sure, kiddo, cause you were screaming kinda loud in your sleep," Devon said, his voice voided of the usual arrogance and sarcasm and replaced with genuine concern. I almost busted with tears. 

"We can always turn around and go back to the apartment, kiddo," Kiaden suggested.

"No!" That was honestly the last thing I wanted to do. If only for a day, I just wanted to be a normal life and have fun. ''I would really like for Devon to hurry the hell up!"

"Patience, young grasshopper!"